KYLE TRIMPER
Musician/Songwriter/Producer/Audio Engineer
TARA
"With apologies to all Taras out there. The oldest song on the album, written by a seventeen-year-old who didn't know the first thing about this song's subject matter. I thought this was going to be a pop punk sort of song, with an angsty unrequited love story to match: played it on acoustic guitar at a coffee house and it flopped (not bombed: there's a difference between negative reaction and no reaction). By the time I pulled this out for inclusion on Closing Time, a little older and a little wiser, I abandoned the pop punk idea: as a result, the finished product reminds me of The Cars.
File under "Better Late Than Never": Tara was planned as the final "single" from Closing Time, but as time went on and I tired of pushing the material from it, and with no record company to do it for me, life got in the way, and as a result, a gap of five years exists between album and single. The "single version" sounds a bit different from the album version: the guitars sounded neutered to me and the vocals, run through an amp for effect, sounded like I was singing into a broken mic. Higher guitars and cleaner vocals sound better to me and hopefully they will to you as well."
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And as a "single":
The phone is ringing: it’s two AM
Nobody knows about the shape I’m in
Long day: need my rest, need to get away
But the phone is ringing and she's calling me just to say...
She's so sad: had a bad, bad day
Her boyfriend's left her and she's got no place else to stay
Knew I'd be sleeping, but she called here anyway
She's sorry, she's sorry
And everybody's got their cross to bear
But now I find out that she wants to share
I'm not gonna carry that cross
She's gotta figure out that everything's not lost
Oh, Tara, don't you dump your love on me
We've been through this, but you still can't see me
Don't need your problems, got enough of my own
To you, I'm just another voice on the telephone
Twelve AM: there's a knock on my door
She takes a step in, throws her stuff on the floor
I'm way too tired to care anymore
The bed is taken: have to sleep on the floor
And in the morning, a goodbye kiss
And she turns and gives me a look that I just can't miss
I'm a guardian angel, just biding my time
'Till she figures her life out and she wants to be mine
And everybody's got their cross to bear
But now I find out that she wants to share
I'm not gonna carry that cross
She's gotta figure out that everything's not lost
Oh, Tara, you're tearing me apart
We've been through this, but you still can't see me
Don't need your problems, got enough of my own
To you, I'm just another voice on the telephone
And when you tell me you love me
We both don't know how to feel
But you know that you need me
And that need is real...
And everybody's got their cross to bear
But now I find out that she wants to share
I'm not gonna carry that cross
She's gotta figure out that everything's not lost
Oh, Tara, don't you dump your love on me
We've been through this, but you still can't see me
Don't need your problems, got enough of my own
To you, I'm just another voice on the telephone
Oh, Tara, you're tearing me apart
We've been through this, but you still can't see me
Don't need your problems, got enough of my own
To you, I'm just another voice on the telephone...
Kyle Trimper: Lead and Background Vocals, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Piano, Synthesizer, Bass
Doug Scurfield: Drums